~MY RED DAISY~ {BAKUDEKU}

Freesia

Trust is... A tricky thing..-
It can break down in mere seconds if the opposing one is too distrustful.

While it may take forever to repair and to build, it is an important thing that is needed in our lives whether we like it or not.

Trust is shadowed by doubt and hurt- truly, a powerful yet scary thing to have.

-Collectibles 2-

Izuku looked at the intriguing bud with growing interest. The flower was plastered onto the crooked, yellowish envelope it's bloodshot petal's giving the green-haired man an unending feeling of dread setting right below his stomach.

Izuku sighed placing down the anonymous letter down with shaky fingers wrapped around it. He placed the letter near his set of ballpens and placed his scarred hands to his temples to sooth his throbbing headache. Due to being one of the most popular flower shops, people would obviously search for the best so of course, it led to big sales in his shop and the shop being the only flower store there was in the district, many people flocked.

Izuku let out a contemplative sigh thinking back to when things were so simple and easy. 'Well, a man can dream.' He thought. A long heavy sigh was heard by a certain assistant peeking through the crevice of an unclosed door. "I see you look tired." Gurataki-san said with a soft tone. Izuku looked up to see his assistant with mild shock until he dropped his head unto the impeccably clean table. "I guess you could say so. Gurataki-san." Izuku peeked an eye open to look at his assistant tiredly. A red lining noticed it's way emerald eyes line of sight. Although it was small, it didn't seem Gurataki noticed.

The blonde woman eyed her boss until her grey eyes spotted the still closed letter on her bosses table, still untouched. "You haven't opened your letter you know. I bet he misses you." The secretary reminded. It was clear the bush sitting across her didn't want anything to do with that person but it was evident Izuku cared about him too. Even if they used to be in bad terms. "That's not it Gurataki-san.." The green haired man said dreadfully. Gurataki furrowed her brows. "Then what is it?" She patiently asked her boss. The slightest hint of nervousness whisked through her shoulder. Was there something wrong with the letter?

"Well..." Izuku paused debating whether or not to tell his secretary about the letter she previously handed him. And that scar was seriously bugging him. "The letter... Doesn't have a receiver nor a sender.." Gurataki frowned. "..." The blonde stayed silent. The letter she gave him was wrong? But it looked like the usual when she got it. Perhaps she mixed it up for another letter. But for it to not have receiver or a sender was quite unsettling..

The grey-eyed secretary took more steps into the pearl white office and closed the door behind her to take a seat opposite to her boss. "Can I see?" Izuku nodded and took the letter of unknown origin's and handed it to her. When Izuku gave the letter, he noticed that his secretary was sweating a bit more than usual. "Uh, do you need a napkin Gurataki-san? You're sweating a bit." The blonde woman looked up to her boss with a tinge of nervousness in her pose. "Ah, everything is alright I assure you Mr. Midoriya." She assured. "Okay then.." Izuku said, trusting his assistant. The usually monotoned woman whose face was most of the time, stone cold was frowning down the letter Izuku gave.

The secretary scanned the yellow piece of paper and glossed over the unimportant details and searched for any anomalies in sight and her boss was right, there was no sender- not even a receiver. But her critical eye did not miss the crimson flower attached to it. How did this even get through the mail? "This is weird maybe I mixed it up?" She placed a hand on her shin to think about the situation she had a few hours earlier.

~A few hours earlier~

"Here's the mail just sign these and your good to go." The mail man said tiredly while impatiently for the woman to just sign the damn papers already. It's already been 10 minutes and he had better places to be.

"I know you don't need to tell me." The assistant responded coldly. She took the ballpen and started writing on the papers needed to sign and inevitably gave it to the mail.

"Thank you and have great day." The boy left hastily not wanting to be in the woman's cold glare any longer and scooted over to the next place he needed to deliver. "Young people these days... So incompetent.." She tsked to the side and checked the letter she received. The same as usual. The white piece of paper had a blue Anemone attached to the back and sender that said: ####### ####### with the receiver being Izuku Midoriya. She chuckled knowing her boss wouldn't be exactly happy about this. She imagined wistfully in her head about his reaction when he would get the letter he was inevitable to receive.

...

But something was weird. No something felt off. The air around her seemed a bit different. And the frog that used to be in the middle of the road was now past the store. It was as if something weird just happened, like she had teleported exactly a few seconds into the future. That's exactly how it felt like. But... Everything was the same...

Did something weird just happen?

Her eyes dropped coincidentally to her metallic watch glistening slightly in the sun. 10:03 AM She panicked. 'Shit! I'm gonna be late!'

She hurriedly ran into the store to compensate for the time she had wasted with mail and went straight inside her bosses office, missing the small scar on her neck.

~Present~

"Now that I think about it... Something definitely happened..." 'But I just can't put my finger on it..' Izuku listened intently to his secretary. When she didn't respond Izuku waved his hand in front of her to coaxe her into talking. "Gurataki-san?" Metallic eyes looked up seemingly alarmed. "I-I'm sorry if I scared you!- Gurataki-san... Is everything okay?" The greenette worriedly asking the flaxen haired blonde. She seemed rather... Scared.

"Oh-oh I'm fine, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Gurataki sighed. "It's just that something sort of strange happened. But it's really nothing for you to worry about. Midoriya-san." Izuku furrowed his brows at that. If something was wrong, she needed to tell him! He'd help. Especially when no one else will. The determined green haired man glared at his friend. "If there's something wrong then you can tell me! No- you have to tell me. I can help with whatever is troubling you!" Izuku glared at his friend but his gaze quickly softening with the sight of the blonde looking scared. "Sorry... Gurataki-san." Izuku apologized. "It's just that, you weren't telling me what was troubling you and I thought I could help... And I can." Gurataki chuckled. Of course her boss would say this. Although, he may not know it, he was quite the humorous person when it came to cheering somebody up. Emerald green eyes bore to grey ones waiting patiently for an answer. "It's okay. But if you really must know..." The blonde paused. Was it a good idea to tell him? Maybe. The fair skinned woman inhaled. "How do I say this... A weird phenomenon happened? Or rather an uncanny situation? I-I don't know."

Izuku watched as Gurataki stumbled upon her words. The sentences she uttered slowly becoming a whispered, jumbled mess. "Slow down Gurataki-san. Take your time." The worried greenette said assuring the blonde. "Sorry-sorry..."

"W-well... Here's the whole story..."

As Gurataki told her situation. A ghostly figure went unnoticed behind the metal door. The light footsteps barely even heard through the eerily quite hall.

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And this is the end for Chapter 2! Hope you enjoyed! Comment what you think in the comments I am open to any criticism.

-Fedsiz 1369 words